Page 5 of Game On

The very same people we’d come to visit tonight.

It only twinged my ego a tiny bit that even though our prototype software was in beta, and running damn near flawlessly I might add—okay that was a lie, but these things took time. It would only get better with a real team working on it—that this specific Heat Hotel hadn’t been interested in our initial pitch. They preferred to do things the old school way.

“Welcome in,” a small, blue-haired beta at the counter said as we exited the elevator from the garage into the Alpha side of the intake office. “Looking to get matched tonight?”

“We are,” Cameo purred, leaning suavely against the counter, smirking at the beta who was now blushing profusely. “Unless you’re available.”

I rolled my eyes.

Though it was annoying, his attitude was what made him my perfect business partner. Cameo was good with people, and handled the bulk of the negotiating and pitching while I handled the behind the scenes, taking up the lead role of engineer on the project. I was only invited to meetings to explain the technical things that no one else bothered to understand, and was told to keep quiet otherwise, which suited me just fine. I wasn’t Cameo, I didn’t smile and laugh with stuck up businessmen or flirt with a beta at a heat clinic. I found the guys in suits a bit snobby and majorly sexist—and holding eye contact with a cute beta? Please. I’d been trying to learn how to do that since middle school with no luck.

But Cameo? This was his superbowl. And, even though I didn’t understand his methods, it did land us our investors. Plus, if the beta’s finger twirling her blue hair was to be believed, it seemed to work on people he was interested in, too.

Maybe there was a method to the madness.

Or maybe he was a sex-addicted egomaniac with a crippling addiction to video games.

Either way, he was effective.

The beta cleared their throat. “Names please.” It was obvious he was left shaky by Cam’s charm.

“Charlie Martin,” I said easily.

“Cameo Lombardi,” he said, still laying it on too thick.

For what is was worth, the beta behind the counter was staying professional–as much as he could. “Here’s the scent cards for tonight. Let me know who takes your interest and I’ll send you in the right direction.”

She handed over a short stack of plastic envelopes, each with a scent card.

Normally I’d just pick the first that held any interest to me, but because it was going to be my last for a long time, I knew I needed to make it count.

I opened each of the sleeves carefully. There were some floral scents that had always nauseated me and a few candy-sweet ones. There was one that smelled like vanilla cupcakes that I almost went with, but I told myself I would explore all my options. And I was glad I did, because the last was… unlike anything I’d smelled before.

Tangy and tart and citrusy while being deeply fruity. Like a tall glass of cherry limeade.

My cock hardened instantly, and my knot throbbed just at the scent. There was something so… delectable about it that I couldn’t put my finger on, but I knew it needed to be them.

“This one,” I said, sliding the cards back.

The beta picked up the envelope, typing the associated number into the system while I handed the rest of the cards to Cameo to choose between.

“Female partner, a first timer. Goes by CherryDie. You’ll find her in studio thirteen.” She chuckled, turning her monitor to give me a view of her basic profile. Anonymity was key at a place like this, so while it didn’t have an image of her, there was a lot of other info. She’s twenty-three, and it was her first time here.

Interesting.

I’d need to make it good for her. Wouldn’t want her to have a bad time and not come back.

My eyes scanned further down the page, glossing over her physical markers—tattooed, long brunette hair, brown eyes—to find her limits. The list of green lights was… extensive. I looked lower, reading her yellow and reds instead, they’d be easier to remember.

The only cautionary limit made me blink.Penetration.

Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it was what most omegas came here for, to get their alpha fix. But maybe because it was her first time she was more apprehensive. Whatever the reason, I’d respect her boundaries and go at her pace.

Besides, there were plenty of ways I could help her based on the approved activities list—getting my cock wet didn’t have to be priority number one.

I tucked her hard limits and safeword into the back of my mind, waiting while Cameo sniffed his way through the stack.

Eventually, he picked a card of his own—the vanilla-scented omega I’d considered myself and we were sent down the hall to the dressing room. After showering, I changed into one of the silky black robes they provided. Some people just went aroundhere fully nude, or played with exhibitionists who wanted to show off, but I preferred a bit of coverage.

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